Siren Head Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Every instinct screamed. NPC. This was an NPC. But the script had been shredded. This was something else. “Kiera?” The head tilted, a grotesque parody of curiosity. The voice held a smile that didn’t reach those dead eyes. “Are you scared? Don’t be scared. I found the most amazing thing back there. The signal here is terrible, my stream keeps dropping. Come with me. We have to document this. For the channel.” She reached out a hand. Her fingers were too long. The nails were dark, sharp slivers in the gloom.

Without a word, they moved into position, the air was thick with anticipation, and the musky scent of our mixed arousal. My tight unfucked ass was about to be claimed. I shivered, pushing myself onto my hands and knees and presenting myself like the eager consort I was in this twisted fantasy world. How would I get back? I brushed the thought away immediately focusing on the fun about to happen; getting my three holes pulverised by their monstrous cocks at once! Lucien stepped up first, that veiny cock of his was thick and curved like a banana. He had been stroking it the whole time making pre-cum drip from the slit, and my mouth watered at the sight.

Sienna calmly walked down the flight of stairs. With each step she took lower there was a corresponding click of her heels. The burning yellow flames from the Sconces on the wall lit the path which guided her all the way down the underground torture quod. Reaching leveled ground, Sienna heard the twelfth blood-curdling scream since she began her journey down. She stood as still as a wax figure and sucked in a good long breath. The familiar scent of freshly shed blood tainted it.

I shook my head before returning to my resting position, thankful that she couldn't see my smiling face from her little show of magic. "Oh come on. That was awesome," She reasoned, laying across my back in an attempt to get my attention but I only growled in response. She giggled, "I'm sorry." I didn't reply, already knowing I was never mad at her in the first place. A few moments passed before she spoke again. "I'm actually a Syren. A full-out, mind-controlling, water-bending Syren. Wow..." I felt her body relax as her breathing began to level. Soon enough she was out like a log, snoring and all.

All the doors on the first floor started slamming open and shut. Mike and Susan were holding each other tight in abject terror, eyes wide open jumping from one slamming door to the next. “Library, please!” I called out, leaving the east parlor toward the other end of the hallway. The slamming stopped, and my footsteps weren’t the only ones creaking on the floorboards. The library door opened for me and closed again. For the first time ever, I felt the electricity in the air all those Youtubers talked so much about. I realized it mean upset or angry ghosts around.

Amara begged with tears flowing down her eyes in small streams. A loud and dangerous sound left out of vampire. "Not so easy baby..." A teasing smirk went out of him. He hovered over her, his face just inches away from hers making Amara almost die in fear. He smelt her head to toe and a vicious laughter left him. "You carry the same beautiful fragrance. I waited for you decades together and now I am going to enjoy every ounce of your enticing body."

You idiot! A frantic Xzavier, who had just shoved his wallet and car keys into a pocket in his pajama pants, stepped back in horror as he stared into his girlfriend's bright green unnaturally glowing eyes. All he saw in them was a deep hunger. Right before his eyes, Xzavier’s girlfriends shorts and underwear were torn into pieces as her legs morphed together into a long, slimy, dark blue fish tail. The baby started to cry even harder once Xzavier’s girlfriend started crawling towards him and the infant's crib. Xzavier drank in his girlfriend's new monstrous features; a maw full of sharp, dagger-like, teeth, gills on top of her collar bones showing through her wet tank-top, her tail, and long

she hissed, "but I am the eldest, the most powerful." "Elena warned us about you," Alex said, gripping my hand tighter. "We won't be swayed by your song." The eldest Siren smiled, a chilling, predatory grin. "It's not just my song you should fear." With a swift motion, she beckoned, and the fog seemed to come alive, forming tendrils that reached out for us. "Alex, we need to stay close!" I shouted, trying to keep the encroaching fog at bay with the protective chant Elena taught us.

' Siri's voice sounds in my head and I nod at her. Gudrun grabs my hand tightly and dives towards the place where the light is. When we reach the treetop I see someone. It is the back of a young man. The body isn't grey like the silhouettes but clear as day, shining golden. He is down on all four, his face buried in his arms. His body starts to shake violently and with a crunching sound his back contorts. He screams heartbreakingly while his whole body twists and changes. When he lifts his face his eyes are green and his face is no longer human. As he stares at the big moon, he completes the grotesque change. The new hamram stands up, and I feel like it looks directly at me as it starts howl

Were the words in the poem real? I see blue and purple scales appear on my hips and a pink tip where my feet used to be. I lift up what used to be my legs and its now replaced by a large pink tail. My hands begin to tingle like pins and needles turning into numbness. The tingly feeling makes my arm go from its peach color to a blue and green hue. I can now breathe through my skin, the smell of seaweed and salt water surrounds my nostrils. I am one of them now. They've turned me into a siren. They've turned me into a thing that Aiden hates. If he knew what they turned me into would he hate me now?